You don't know anything about him and he doesn't know anything about you.

That's how it works. There was nothing special between the intimate nights you shared. Nothing special other than to satisfy his needs.

And nothing special other than the fact you're always called Harleen.

"C'mon Harleen." He ordered, calling you by someone that isn't you and a name that wasn't yours, while he patted on his lap for you to sit on.